Canadian electro-experiment-kraut-rock hybrid who for the forth time rocked my fucking ass off. Unlike many bands of their ilk, Holy Fuck refrain from taking the easy option and playing everything through an i-Mac; no, if something can be played live, it will. As well as their dedicated bassist and drummer, you’ve got two whole tables of pedals, dials, switches and what-have-you, keyboards, guitars, mics, melodicas and other mysterious paraphernalia used in the creation of their distinctive sound. They’ve also taken a more creative spin on their material these days, deviating from the album templates more boldly in the past, with varying results (wasn’t too keen on the new ending of Lovely Allen, which cut the amazing synth violins but fair play to them for trying something new.) Audience wasn’t the best, but the sound quality was crystal clear- and although in all honesty they don’t differ too much from show to show, I’d say it just pipped their superb 100 Club gig in April.(Photo: lobingervanessa (Flickr))
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